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“I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. Manning. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. Brendon was silent. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. I’m a little tired. Not I. Now, I'll be getting along. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy.
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